Last week was rough.
I was in the midst of working hard (showing off my tan) in my third day back in the office since my Greek odyssey, when I was unexpectedly cast in a commercial for everything-that-Sheryl-Sandberg-leans-in-about.
An unexpected altercation with a female superior left me blind-sided and wondering why certain individuals feel compelled to push others down.
It was a blow.
It was surreal.
It shook me up a bit.
I needed to bounce back. Shrug it off. Stop caring. Look the other way. Forget about it. Look on the bright side. Accept the nature of the business (thanks dad). Learn a lesson.
I took the advice. I took some deep breaths. And I went back to re-centering myself in much the same way that started this blog:
Remembering things I love to do (big and small)… and doing them.
Over the past few days I have pushed my physical boundaries by going back to the dance room, this time in the form of the make-your-muscles-shake Bar Method. This class kicked my butt, but left me feeling accomplished.
Also – I can’t remember the last time I did 40 push-ups. 7th Grade Gym?
I took my love of tea and the belief that anything can be solved over a hot pot to the Drake Hotel, where a friend and I hashed life out over a tradition known as high tea.
We each had about 5 pots of tea and took some liberties with the butter-on-scone action. We might not be cut out for Pride and Prejudice the sequel, but we left feeling uplifted (and hydrated).
I frolicked, danced and swam with friends and family. This involved seeing my cousins, experiencing a Chicago Beer festival and enjoying the budding Chicago summer on my rooftop.
And I did some shopping.
In the form of a “shopping party” that a friend happened to win that came with champagne and discounts.
(Yes, I’m secretly Cher Horowitz)
(And Celine Dion plays while I’m finding myself at the mall)
At some point during the shopping extravaganza, while trying on dresses with my best girls to the inspiration of Kelly Clarkson appropriately playing in the background, I turned my defeat into mental power. Re-energized from doing what I love and enjoying my favorite people, I felt calm and empowered. I remembered the inspirational women I’ve been lucky to have in my life. I thought about the fact that I too can say that I am a strong, ambitious and passionate woman.
And I don’t think it’s a bad thing.
I actually think it’s Awesome.